The Gospel of Cleavage

You wake up in your room, greeted by the smell of coffee. Unfortunately, the coffee smell was coming from a mug you knocked over, while asleep, on your desk.

A quick look at the clock, on the desk, shows it to be nearly three in the morning, which would explain why it's so dark. In fact, the only light in the room comes from a street-light, outside your window.

Trying to remember how you ended up asleep on your desk only hurts your head. There's an empty feeling in your head, as if the owner had moved out, leaving you with only the wallpaper. It doesn't take long before you give up and decide to deal with the mug, first. Surely, you were just tired.

Sluggishly, standing up, out of the chair, you pick up the mug, getting ready to leave it in the kitchen. It's then that you notice something else; you're naked! What exactly happened?

After grabbing a pair of boxers, out of your dresser, and putting them on, you head downstairs. You're a little unbalanced; but you manage to put one foot in front of the other, all the way to the bottom of the stairs, only stumbling once or twice.

After making it to the kitchen door you notice a shadowy figure wondering around. Their back is turned.